Chapter 3: I BEG MY BROTHER-IN-LAW TO CREAMPIE ME ON THE KITCHEN TABLE
The doorbell rings and my heart leaps. Finally. I’m soaked already, the crotchless lingerie doing nothing to hide how desperate I am. I rush to the door in my sheer black garter set, t**s barely contained, makeup sultry, hair up in a messy bun. Mark’s going to see me like this and finally f**k me the way I need.
I swing the door open, a needy smile already forming.
It’s not Mark.
Jake stands there, tattoos snaking up his thick arms, tight shirt stretched over his muscled chest, that cocky smirk plastered on his face. My stomach drops. Mortification floods me.
I try to slam the door shut but his hand shoots out, stopping it easily. He lifts something between us. Shiny and metallic. The kegel ball. The one that fell
